Oh, I’m waltzing down.

But like him they will remember her complexion and her curls and the countless pieces that she graced.

Eight mighty titans, unleashing their wrath!

Having a conversation with him was an arduous task.

For someone who grew up alone, I happen to feel terribly lonely.

Where else would they find a criminal, other than in the back alleys where the sun hadn’t reached for years, where the half-dead struggled in the flooded sewage for a scrap of euphoria.

Anika stood in the middle of a strange place full of strange people and thought to herself,

Put up my notebook on a shelf, And laid in its sheaves a crimson rose.

Your fingers delineate maps in attempts at enveloping all of you.

My mom called from the bottom of the stairs, “Hurry, the bus will be here any minute now!”

Leo had just finished his painting. He took a few steps away from the canvas to have a better look – a lady standing on a landscape with a pale smile.

The soil, it sings with what was here.

I am writing to you from our barren bed, watching as your shadow moves just outside the room, beyond my reach.

"Are you happy?" June asks Lazmere.

The office started to clear out once the overhead clock struck five.

“Hello, good morning to you,” said one of the butterflies.

I didn’t know the endings to most of the stories as I fell asleep halfway.

They will consider me nothing but a body that has stopped functioning after my death.

Familiarity has its uncanny essence, like patchwork sewn by your mother.

Too much education gets into these girls’ heads.